Elevators, Elevators

Come on and watch the leaves
Crumbling away to the will of the wind
In the plight of a fall afternoon
The ships hibernating in the lake front bay
To what end that's not their own
They'd wish they could get another shot at the water
I'll take the plunge into the ground, spark the lives
With sounds; of screaming choirs and chalk lined areas

They'd like to know what it was I've become
Sinking to the bottom of the earth
Only to take me up to this hell, time and time again
There is hope in these ships child
These forgotten ruins left so coldly behind
And used again when needed most
Left again once the leaves have died
Left again once the men have died
Ignoring tendencies that course their way
Through everything in a lamentation

I'd like to believe it'd be interesting to live
Just like I believe it'd be interesting to die